Chapter 57 Will not float the big gold chain
Of course, he definitely couldn't understand Zhou Ji's free and easy way of "after I leave, let him be flooded".
After that night, Haitang never came to assassinate Xiao En again, but Shen Shen became more and more urgent, torturing and interrogating almost every day and night, trying to get a secret from him that no one knew whether it was real or not. .
It's a pity that Xiao En has such a tenacious heart. Even though he was captured by Nanqing for twenty years, he never uttered half a word. How can he be succumbed to the heavy hand now that he returns to Northern Qi?
Keeping the secret, I may not die, once the secret is revealed, Ku He will be the first to kill him.
Of course, all of this had nothing to do with Zhou Ji. Fan Ruoruo's no longer entanglement let him relieve most of the burden in his heart. It can be said that he had nothing to worry about.
As everyone knows, the Nanqing government and the public have caused a storm because of the successive deaths of Yan Xiaoyi and Li Yunrui.
When the news of Yan Xiaoyi's death reached Kyoto immediately, Emperor Qing had asked Chen Pingping to send someone to the border to investigate.
The final news is the same as that of Haitang.
Shooting and killing from a long distance, the ninth-rank archer has been running away from the beginning to the end, and has no ability to fight back at all.
Now, the news of Li Yunrui's death has caused even more turmoil in the capital.
The old ministers in the court were panicked for a while, and their imaginations were full of imagination.
The commander of the imperial guards colluded with the harem, and was intercepted and killed on the way out of Kyoto.
The courtiers sounded so familiar with such a routine, they almost called him by his name and said it was the handiwork of Emperor Qing.
As for Li Yunrui, she is the eldest princess of Nanqing after all, and no one dared to guess whether her death was related to His Majesty. They only knew that His Highness the Crown Prince had been kneeling outside the imperial study these days, begging His Majesty to investigate the real culprit.
"Tell me, what kind of arrow can have such power!"
In the Imperial Study Room, Emperor Qing put down the file in his hand, and threw the half-polished arrowhead onto the plate.
The gray-black iron and the blood-stained brass collided with each other, making a crisp sound.
Chen Pingping lowered her eyes and leaned over, not daring to answer.
There are two copper pins in total, one long and one short are dug out from the death scene of the Eldest Princess.
The sharp ends of the two copper pins have been somewhat deformed, and the blood stains on them are enough to prove that this is the real weapon used to assassinate Li Yunrui and the eighth-rank maid.
Chen Pingping knew what it was, and also knew that Emperor Qing had experienced the power of this magic weapon, so she became obsessed with bows and arrows twenty years ago, polishing the arrows every day, hoping to find another way to make weapons with the same power.
Gently stroking the armrest of the wheelchair, Chen Pingping deeply suppressed the disdain that had not yet appeared in her heart, and said softly: "Do you need to recall Zhou Ji?"
Emperor Qing shook his head, picked up the bullet on the plate and observed it for a long time, and said in a deep voice, "Is Wuzhu still in the capital?"
Chen Pingping didn't change her expression, and said hesitantly, "I don't know."
"Go to Fan Mansion to get something for me." Emperor Qing paused, and added, "Go quietly, so that no one will notice."
Chen Pingping bent over and obeyed, waiting for Emperor Qing's instructions.
Emperor Qing said quietly: "A wooden box, a wooden box that cannot be opened."
"The minister takes orders." Chen Pingping didn't ask the reason, and there was no need to ask the reason. As a close minister of the emperor, he knew better than anyone else how to guess the holy will and protect his life.
"Such a magical weapon, is there another one in the world?"
For the mission, since Jin Yiwei got the secret of Nanqing.
Zhou Ji could clearly feel the change in his heavy attitude, from being indifferent at first to becoming more and more serious, as if he saw an uncontrollable variable that was disturbing this bottomless pool little by little.
As the official road widened, a black shadow appeared at the end of the road, abruptly appearing behind the jungle, and the shadow was not very real.
Through the last piece of forest, finally suddenly enlightened.
I saw a majestic city located at the end of the official road, majestic, like a giant beast guarding the north.
When he got closer, Zhou Ji found that this ancient city was even taller and more majestic than the capital of the Qing Dynasty. It was built with large pieces of bluestone, and the three-foot-high city wall was slightly inclined, but it still gave every person who came from afar a pleasant feeling. There is an indescribable sense of oppression, as if the city wall may press you down at any time.
There are still pavilions with double eaves on the city, perhaps used as turrets, and soldiers are walking and patrolling back and forth on the high city walls.
A majestic and majestic feeling emanated from this huge city wall.
The city gate has already been cleared, and there are no idle people staying here. Officials from the relevant departments of the Northern Qi Dynasty are waiting for the arrival of the Nanqing Mission in that square.
The speed of the carriage gradually slowed down. Fan Xian and Zhou Ji looked at each other. Although they didn't say anything, they understood.
Shangjing has arrived.
"when are you leaving?"
Fan Xian sighed softly, looked away from the window, and looked up at Zhou Ji, with a hint of reluctance in his eyes.
Twenty years, living in this world for a full twenty years.
He has Uncle Wu Zhu who he trusts the most, Master Fei Jie who taught him poison medicine, Chen Pingping who treated him like a nephew, Fan Ruoruo who grew up with him, grandmother, aunt, brother, friend, and father.
But he was still lonely.
This kind of loneliness is born in this world in a daze, no one knows where he comes from, no one understands what he says, no one understands what he does.
Suddenly recalled the letter his mother had left him in the wooden box.
"I am lonely."
"People come and go in this world, but I am still lonely."
"My old lady is really lonely."
At the beginning, Ye Qingmei was accompanied by many people, but in the end, she still felt only loneliness.
If Zhou Ji leaves, will he stand alone in the street like in Danzhou, out of tune with the whole world.
"Don't look at me with such nasty eyes, I don't want to fencing with others!" Zhou Ji kicked Fan Xian with a look of disgust, sat next to him, and said, "I originally planned to send you to Shangjing, so I just walked around city left."
Glancing at Fan Xian whose eyes were moist, Zhou Ji squeezed out a helpless smile, leaned back on the carriage, looked at the ancient city next to him through the swinging curtains, and said, "Now that I think about it, I seem to have forgotten to prepare some hard currency. The rest of the journey."
"Regardless of past and future, east and west myths, as long as there is civilization, gold is an eternal hard currency." Fan Xian smirked like a silly dog, kicked Zhou Ji, and said with a smile: "Gundam sent to send my sister off." Now, you have to help me settle the matter of going to Beijing, and I will prepare a big gold chain for you that will not float."
Thanks liushuiwu for the 500 coin reward.
Thank you for your continuous support, Wubi thanks.
(end of this chapter)